"The sky is broken, the earth is broken, if you think you are responsible, you will miss it, who dares to sit if your tongue is broken?" Twenty big characters with thin grass and Qingqi were presented in front of everyone.

"Good words," the white-faced Confucian student couldn't help but admire, "and look at this pen is spicy and majestic, bold and wanton, its ups and downs, peaks and peaks are like gathering, just like the point of the nineteen peaks of the wonderful nature, everywhere through the Zen machine, it is really worthy of the ancient Dian calligraphy treasure ah." ”

"Broken, broken, what's not ink, isn't it the legendary treasure map? The bearded man shouted.

On the opposite side, there was a wandering Taoist priest in a shabby gray robe who said slowly: "I have been poor all my life, and my two daughters are widowed, and I have no savings left. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the war was chaotic, the smoke was everywhere, the people were displaced, and the old monk mourned what he could not. From the point of view of the poor road, this remark is just self-deprecation of life, and has no other meaning. ”

"The Taoist is poor," the old monk in the seat, dressed in a robe, interjected, "The old man Jinning Panlong Temple is empty, and he is a fellow villager with the Zen master." In the seventh year of Yuan Zhizheng, Panlong patriarch Duan Chongzhao sat in the temple, and this Chongzhao was the descendant of the Duan clan of Dali State. Three hundred years later, when he served as the patriarch of Dengpanlong Temple, he said, "There are people in the middle, who has broken it through the ages?", and then compared with this poem, the old Zen master must have something to say before he died. The old man thinks that a 'broken' word is the key. ”

"What the master said is reasonable, and being a Zen master is unfathomable, and it must be mysterious. Someone chimed in.

"Hmph, not necessarily," a shrill voice came from the crowd, "'The emperor issued a new decree from Bai, who holds the old clothes in front of the hall? ”

All eyes looked around for someone to speak.

"Who's it, sissy, what the hell do you mean? Again, the rude man barked impatiently.

"Isn't that the opposite...... Poem. Someone muttered under his breath.

The abbot stood up and said with a solemn face: "Amitabha, once you enter the empty door, you don't ask about mundane things, and the donor can't take it out of context to ruin the reputation of the ancestor. ”

The prefect Li Suizhi also answered: "The Zen master has been poor all his life, and the folk statement about the treasure map is pure fabrication. It doesn't know martial arts, and it's not hidden what martial arts secrets and the like, if it's a Buddhist treasure scripture, it's impossible not to pass it on to the Gantong Temple. As for the matter of the Ming Dynasty, the court has already made a conclusion, and you do not need to speculate. ”

"It's not, it's not, what the hell is that saying?" said the cheeky man.

"Hehe, in this case, why don't you take out the old monk's "Vulture Landscape Map" in the temple and take a look? 'There is no Zen in the painting, but the painting is through Zen', maybe the mystery is in this painting. The shrill sound came again, and it was very uncomfortable to the ears.

Mo Yan glanced at Mr. Mu in the corner and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Yes, that's true. When everyone in the hall heard this, they began to talk about it.

The abbot of Wujue looked embarrassed and stood up: "You don't know, the "Vulture Landscape Map" is the last last pen of the master, and it has not been completed before his death, so the treasure of this temple has never been shown to ......people for a hundred years."

Although there is some truth in what the master said, since your temple has summoned wise men from all over the world to come from afar, if this painting is really related to the "Dying Verse", wouldn't it be a shortcut to compare and study? No wonder the previous ten debates were fruitless, perhaps this is the reason. A man dressed like a merchant said slowly.

At this moment, the bearded man blushed, stood up and exclaimed, "That must be the treasure map." ”

"Shallow. The white-faced Confucian shook his head disdainfully.

"Since you don't want to take out the Vulture Landscape Map, it's better not to hold this puja, so let's disperse. The shrill voice began again.

"It's not that the old man is unwilling, it's just that this picture is really a bit ...... compared to the other paintings of the master It's too rudimentary. ”

"If you don't show the picture, it's scattered, Gantong Temple is not sincere, so why bother everyone. ”

"That's it. "People are complaining.

"Master Wujue," Li Suizhi slowly stood up at this time, and said with a smile, "This mansion has always loved to be a Zen master's painting, but I have never heard you mention the "Vulture Landscape". ”

"Since Master Li also said so, if the old man insists on it again, it will be rude to Gantong Temple, you guys wait, let's take the picture. "I had no choice but to order.

About a tea time, the two old monks came to the front of the hall with a simple scroll, and the abbot nodded unconsciously.

The scroll unfolds slowly......

This is a two-foot-long vertical scroll painting, the picture splashes a long uneven ink dot from top to bottom, like a mountain but not a mountain, and a large ear-shaped halo on the right side, like water but not water. A huge vulture stands on it, with a slender bone in its mouth, and the painting is very detailed, but it does not draw feathers, but it is incomprehensibly full of animal hair. The Zen master may have accidentally dropped a dot of ink on the top of the vulture's brain, as if he had given birth to a horn. The whole painting has neither inscription nor inscription.

Everyone was surprised at first, and then disappointed.

"Is this a painting of a Zen master?" someone questioned.

"It is indeed the legacy of the ancestors. "The abbot of the unconscious said.

"Well, what kind of treasure map is this? The beard muttered frustratedly.

The white-faced Confucian stepped forward, took a closer look, and said: "This ink landscape should be painted with the night view of Diancang Mountain, and half of the bright moon hangs high in the night sky in the east, which should be the second quarter of the moon, the second half of the twenty-second and third days of the lunar calendar. Look at it again, there are a total of nineteen ink spots from top to bottom, which are the nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain. From north to south, they are Yunlong, Canglang, Wutai, Lotus, Baiyun, Heyun, Sanyang, Lanfeng, Snowman, Yingle, Guanyin, Zhonghe, Longquan, Yuju, Malong, Shengying, Buddha's Peak, Ma'er and Xieyang, one and a lot. This ear-shaped halo is undoubtedly Erhai Lake. There is no title in the painting, it should be an unfinished work, as the heirloom of the Zen master, must be signed the word 'Puhe'. ”

The prefect Li Suizhi looked at the scroll and pondered for a long time, and also said: "This painting is completely different from the previous ink splashing landscape paintings of the Zen master. Especially this vulture, it doesn't give birth to feathers but only grows hair, what does the old Zen master mean, it's really puzzling. ”

Mr. Mu didn't know when he came to the front, his eyes were shining brightly at the picture scroll, and he completely lost his previous sluggish expression, which surprised Mo Yan.

"The old monk must have been seriously ill and weak, so he gave up halfway through this painting. Some speculated.

At this moment, there are already many discussions in the hall, each expressing their own opinions, and there is no consensus.

The bell rang in the temple, and the abbot said to everyone: "It is time for the temple to fast, please follow the old man to the hall." ”

Mo Yan touched his stomach and felt hungry, so he quietly slipped out of the temple.

At this moment, the cold wind on the Cangshan Mountain is slowly blowing, making people feel a chill.

The next time in class, Mr. Mu regained his tired face. Mo Mo absentmindedly pondered, why Mr. Mu, who usually likes to doze off and doesn't care about everything, is so interested in that strange verse and "Vulture Landscape", does he also believe that there is really some treasure hidden.

During the recess, Mo Yan went to the temple to hang out as usual, and as soon as he entered the mountain gate, he felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and the monks in front of the big cloud hall gathered under the corridor to discuss something quietly, with serious expressions.

Mo grabbed the little novice and asked what was wrong.

"The Scripture Pavilion was stolen last night, and two people died. The little novice waved his hand, whispered, and hurried away.

In front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the back mountain, a group of people were surrounded, and there were many Qing soldiers around, all with waist knives hanging on their buttocks. Next to the abbot of Wujue stood Li Suizhi, the prefect of Dali in an official uniform, and the empty monk of Puning Panlong Temple who he saw in the teahouse yesterday was also present.

"Hey, kids go away. "There are Qing soldiers shouting at Mo Yan to leave.

At this time, two corpses were carried out of the hall, and Mo was left behind, one was a monk from Gantong Temple, covered in blood, and the other was a burly man, dressed in a black suit, and it turned out to be the bearded man.

"Master, is there nothing else in the temple except for the stolen "Vulture Landscape Map"?" Li Suizhi asked the abbot of Wujue.

"It is precisely that this picture has been hidden in a secret place for hundreds of years, and has always been known only to the abbot and the caretaker monks. ”

"Well," Li Suizhi muttered, "Yesterday the festival ended, how many guests stayed in the temple?"

The empty monk replied on the side: "In addition to the old man, there are six or seven people, all of whom have gone down the mountain this morning, and this bearded man has left yesterday, and he doesn't want to die violently in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." ”

At this time, an elderly servant stepped forward: "My lord, after the inquest, the monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion died of a sharp knife piercing his chest, and the murder weapon was left at the scene. The bearded man was attacked by someone, and he was poisoned by a hidden weapon in his back. ”

"What secret weapon?" asked Li Suizhi.

He hesitated for a moment: "It's like a nine-inch iron fan bone." ”

"Fan bones?"

"I heard that the iron fan of the Central Plains Sichuan East Wenjia is unique in the world, and the fan has a hidden mechanism, which can shoot fourteen iron bones, and they are all highly poisonous, and the reputation on the rivers and lakes is not very good. Monk Likong said on the side.

"I wonder if there were people from the Chuandong Wen family among the guests yesterday?"

The abbot shook his head: "The Dharma of Gantong Temple has never asked about the origin of the donor. ”

"The context of this case is not difficult to clarify, after the Dharma meeting was dispersed, the guard monk will bring the "Vulture Landscape Map" back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the bearded man followed him to get a peek at the Tibetan Map, because it was difficult to start with many people in the temple during the day, so he broke into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at night to steal the map, and stabbed the guard monk to death after being found. I never thought that 'the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind,' but he was secretly poisoned by others and took away the "Vulture Landscape". The murderer may be among the guests yesterday, master, so is there a record of the overnight stayer last night?" Li Suizhi muttered.

"Yes, please go to the teahouse and have a look. ”

After returning to the school, Mo Yan told Mr. Mu what he had seen in the temple.

"Oh. Mr. Mu snorted and didn't say anything.

The people in Mojiayi Village knew that there was a murder in Gantong Temple last night, and everyone gathered together to discuss, this place has always been peaceful, how could this happen.

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